Kiyone was reading a report in her and Mihoshi's room when her blond partner and love interest walked through the door with a stunned look on her face. She walked passed Kiyone and sat down on the twin beds they'd pushed together on the far wall. Then she sat down and stared at the air. "Mihoshi?" Kiyone asked concerned and moved from the table to sit next to her. "Are you okay?" "I..." Mihoshi shut her mouth and continued to stare into space. "What happened? Are you hurt? Did you hit your head again?" Kiyone ran a finger over Mihoshi's scalp, checking for bumps. Mihoshi shook her head. "I just... I mean..." She trailed off and shook her head. Kiyone knew how to handle this. Reaching over to the dresser she opened the top drawer and fished around. After a moment she came out with a candy bar and held it in front of her partner. "Mihoshi, look what I have!" She managed to pull it back just in time. "Only if you promise to tell me what you saw." Mihoshi nodded and snatched the candy bar away, tearing off the wrapper and devouring it. When she'd finished the last bite she saw Kiyone's expectant face and said, "You aren't going to like it." "What did you do?" Kiyone asked suspiciously. "Nothing Kiyone I swear. I just saw... you have to promise not to tell anyone Kiyone!" "Okay! I promise. Now spill!" "Well I was going down to Washu's lab and..." "Did you mess up another one of her experiments?" "I sure hope not!" Mihoshi said quickly. "You aren't going to believe what I saw!" And she proceeded to tell Kiyone a story. Mihoshi had been wondering how Washu was doing and like always she had decided to just go into the lab and ask. And like always the locks did absolutely nothing to even slow her down. She'd opened the door, stepped through, and found herself in one of the back areas of the lab. Taking her bearings from some of the tanks and familiar equipment she'd picked a direction at random and started off. It wasn't long until she heard voices from up ahead. Picking up the pace she'd been about to turn the corner when she heard Aeka's voice. "Little Washu, are you sure you want me to wear this?" Mihoshi had been about to ask what Aeka was talking about when Washu had replied in a cold voice, "Are you questioning me?" Something in her tone made Mihoshi pause. "Never Little Washu." Aeka responded. "I'll put it on immediately." There was a rustle of cloth and then a clicking sound. "Mmm, nice and tight," Washu said. "Now I know you questioned me. Then you lied about it. What do you think should happen now?" The reply was a cross between a whine and a whisper. "Whatever you want Little Washu." "Good pet." Mihoshi's eyes bulged. Tiptoeing around some of the equipment she found a stack of things that she could see through. What she saw was beyond belief. "So what are you saying?" Kiyone asked. "You mean Aeka and Washu are..." Mihoshi nodded. "But that isn't all." "What else could there be?" Kiyone asked, her jaw hanging slack. Washu stood there dressed in a female Catholic School uniform. The only difference was that the skirt had been shortened enough for the clean white underwear to be clearly visible. Aeka on the other hand was on her knees, hands in her lap, and looking at the floor by Washu's feet. She wore nothing but a dog's choke chain and a leather leash. "You are such a naughty little slut. Just when I think I've got you trained you do something that makes me punish you. Do you like being punished?" Washu asked. Her eyes down Aeka's voice trembled. "Of course not Little Washu." "Are you sure? Maybe you'd rather mention... noodles?" This comment went way over Mihoshi's head, but Aeka clearly understood. "I have no desire for that Little Washu." "Then you will take your punishment." Washu said with satisfaction. "And then we'll see what else happens. Lay down on the floor." Aeka did as she was told. Washu snapped her fingers and a hole opened up. Out of it dropped a red yardstick. Washu caught it with one hand and twirled it. Even from where she was Mihoshi could hear it whistle through the air. "No Washu, please not that!" Aeka cried, starting to get up. Washu quickly stepped onto the back of Aeka's neck, holding her to the ground, and jerked on the leash, choking off her cries. "Bad pet. You're being very bad today." With a loud crack the yardstick contacted Aeka's ass. The princess whimpered. "Are you going to stay and take your punishment now?" "Yes Little Washu." Came the quiet reply. Washu removed her foot, but kept a firm hold on the leash. Mihoshi almost stepped out of hiding when she saw Aeka's face as the yardstick fell for the second time. Beneath the tears and the flinch of expected pain, Mihoshi was sure she saw a brief smile. Then another and another as Washu continued to hit her, working up Aeka's back. "So many things to punish you for. Questioning me." Crack! "Saying no." Slap! Crack! Slap! "Refusing to take your punishment! You neglected to call me 'Little Washu'." Aeka moaned and screamed and squirmed as the stick fell. Mihoshi saw cuts appearing up and down her skin. Thin trickles of blood moved over her back. "And not thanking me for my gift!" Washu used both hands this time, but she stopped just before bringing it down. "Am I being unfair pet? Do you think you don't deserve this?" "I deserve it Little Washu!" Aeka cried. Washu's grin of triumph spread and she traced down the marks criss crossing Aeka's body with the tip of the stick. Some of them were much older and healed. Others were only half way closed up. There were bite marks everywhere. "And why do you deserve it pet?" "Because I'm a little slut Little Washu. I'm your little slut and I should do what you want no matter what. I deserve to be punished because I'm a nasty little girl who should do as she's told." Washu's lightning fast response with the yardstick was the thing Mihoshi saw next. On the ground Aeka writhed and spread her legs, screaming as she came onto the floor. Writhing in ecstasy Aeka didn't seem to notice Washu discard the stick back through another hole. The red head slowly walked around her slave and bent down, grabbing Aeka by the hair and forcing her head up. Then she pressed her lips to Aeka's and took a kiss. That was the only way Mihoshi could describe it. She and Kiyone had always been equals and each gave as well as they got. This was more like Aeka was being forced and responded to make Washu happy. Finally Washu dropped Aeka's head and said, "Roll onto your back." Aeka did as she was told, rolling over like a cat. She left her arms and legs spread out to the side and stared up at the ceiling in a trance. Mihoshi wasn't sure what to do. She knew she should leave, but if she did she was sure she'd be spotted. And then there was this bizarre feeling that she should watch, just to see what happened next. Washu came back and smiled down at Aeka. "What do you think is going to happen now?" "Whatever you want Little Washu." Came the practiced reply. "Very good. Maybe I'll have you clean up the mess you made on the floor." She got down, putting a knee on either side of Aeka's head. "Or maybe I'll make you watch while I do it." She bent towards Aeka and put the palms of her hands between the princess's arms and body. Slowly she edged down so that she was kneeling over the purple haired girl in what was an inch from being a 69 position. Reaching out with her right hand she ran it through the puddle on the floor between Aeka's legs and then lifted it to her own lips. "Mmm, you taste so good when you cum during your punishments." Aeka didn't make any noise, her gaze moving the growing wet spot in the virgin white underwear floating over her head and the fingers Washu was slowly cleaning off with her tongue. "Who do you think tastes better slut? Me or you?" "You do Little Washu. You always taste better." Washu slapped her hand down hard on Aeka's thigh. The princess wriggled softly, but stayed in her previous position. "Wrong answer pet." She ran a nail along Aeka's thigh, digging in just enough to break the skin. "Now who tastes better?" "Whoever you say Little Washu." "And why?" "Because I don't have an opinion. I'm here to make you happy and to be used." She made a purring noise as Washu licked along the fresh cut, getting every bit of blood. "Well now you've got to cum. I think it's my turn." Aeka remained silent. "But you were bad so I'm not going to let you have any of the cum you said you liked so much." Aeka whined deep in her throat. "Was that a complaint?" "No Little Washu. I deserve it." "Very good, little bitch. Now you stay." Washu wiggled her crotch in front of Aeka's face one more time, then moved off of her. "You stay and you watch. You aren't allowed to touch yourself and when I'm done you will get dressed and leave. Then the next time I call you in here, I may let you cum. Or I might do it again. Are you sure I'm not being unfair?" "You're never unfair Little Washu." Aeka said. Washu whistled and from her spot Mihoshi saw someone moving out of the darkness towards the lighted area. At first she thought it was Ryoko, but as the figure stepped into the light she saw that is was another Washu. Then she recognized it. Mecha Washu! The only difference from the last time she'd seen the robot was that this time it was completely nude and anatomically correct. In a voice like a cross between Mihoshi's, Washu's, and a cat she said, "How may I please you mistress?" "I'm afraid my pet isn't up to pleasing me tonight. She's such a failure sometimes." Washu stared at Aeka who blushed and continued to watch. "And you know what they say. If you want something done you've got to do it yourself." "Yes mistress." Mihoshi shivered at how much like her the robot still was, even with bits of Washu and Ryo-ohki in the programming. It was creepy and from what she could see wasn't going to get any better. Washu made a motion with her left hand and Mecha Washu began to slowly peel off her uniform, starting with the jacket. Underneath the white shirt was stretched tight over Washu's breasts. The former teacher wasn't wearing a bra and bright red nipples were easily visible through the fabric. That barrier didn't last long. In a quick motion Mecha Washu ripped open the front of the shirt and sent the buttons flying. One of them landed on Aeka's chest, right between her breasts. She watched it settle and simply waited as Washu stared back directly into her eyes. Meanwhile Mecha Washu had removed the shirt and was tearing off the skirt. Soon she'd removed that and flung it into the dark recesses of the lab. She then pushed Washu back onto her butt with a quick movement and knelt besides her, running her hand over the cotton panties. "Should I take it slow mistress?" "No." Washu said, her eyes never leaving Aeka's. "As you wish." Mecha Washu proceeded to rip open the underwear and shoved her face and two fingers into Washu's crotch. Washu's hips began to buck and she began to moan and scream, running her nails along the robot's back with loud screeching sounds like metal on metal. The huge ball of red hair bobbed up and down between her legs and still neither Aeka nor Washu looked away from each other. In fact they were both grinning. Aeka's crotch, while not moving from its spot on the floor, was still twitching as if she were the one with the robot between her legs. As Washu reached a screaming climax, Mihoshi could only think that Aeka's natural hair color was the same as her sister's. "And then Mecha Washu just walked away and the other two got dressed. I... I left as soon as I was sure they were both gone." Mihoshi said. "Didn't Washu at least heal up Aeka's wounds?" Mihoshi shook her head. Kiyone sat there silently, trying to hold back her own imaginings of what her partner had seen. "Are you sure they don't know you were there?" Mihoshi shook her head. "I don't know. It's Washu's lab." "Yeah. But then again you are Mihoshi." Kiyone said proudly. Mihoshi smiled and looked at Kiyone. "And is that a good thing or a bad thing?" "It's the best thing." Kiyone said and slipped an arm around Mihoshi. "Thanks Kiyone." Mihoshi said and hugged her back. Kiyone noticed her eyes glaze over slightly. "Are you going to be okay?" Kiyone asked. "Should we tell Washu to get rid of the robot?" "No! Then she'd know I was there for sure." Mihoshi said. "And she'd probably want to keep it even more." "True." She looked at Mihoshi's face. "So what's bothering you?" "I... I guess its Aeka. I mean how can she..." Words failed Mihoshi. "I mean spankings I can understand." Kiyone smirked. "You'd better." "Yeah but... it wasn't just that. It went all the way to blood and pain and nothing else for that time. I mean obviously she and Washu do the other stuff, but how could the pain be enough?" "Well from what you said that wasn't all. I think it's also the whole servitude thing." Kiyone said. Mihoshi gave her a look. "I've read a little about that sort of thing. I don't get it myself, but part of it is the embarrassment, knowing that you're doing something wrong, and also trusting the other person not to do something you can't handle." "Like when we use the handcuffs?" Kiyone blushed and nodded. "Yeah... sort of. Except you can slip in and out of them." Mihoshi smirked. "But I don't. So why were you looking at that stuff? Do you want to try it?" "Well I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it when I did." Kiyone said. "But really I think the light bondage stuff we do is as far as I'm willing to go. Pain and blood just doesn't interest me." "So why do you think Aeka and Washu are doing it?" "Hey you're the ex special ops. Didn't they teach you how to do profiling?" Mihoshi paused for a minute and thought it over. "I guess it could be because she's the princess. She is usually the one expected to give orders. Plus she did only find out about the whole thing four months ago." They both briefly snickered remembering Aeka's reaction to being told that what Ryoko was doing with Tenchi was where babies came from. "I'll bet she got curious and then tried to catch up with the rest of us." Kiyone nodded. "Yeah, I could see how normal sex might get a little boring if you're suddenly thinking about everything you could be doing at once. And she was probably a virgin when she started." Mihoshi nudged her in the ribs. "So were you." Kiyone pushed her back. "And you fixed that." "Have you ever thought that maybe you might want to try someone else?" Mihoshi asked. Kiyone recognized that dull tone. It was the tone Mihoshi used when she wanted to ask a serious question without anyone knowing it. Kiyone grabbed her face and pulled it in front of her, staring into the pupiless blue eyes. "Mihoshi, never ask me that again. Do you understand me?" Mihoshi stared at her. "Damn it, if I didn't love you, and I mean with everything I have, I would probably still be a virgin. Gods Mihoshi, why do you think I was still a virgin?" "Because you're a workaholic." Mihoshi said flatly. Kiyone loosened her grip, but didn't move her hands. Mihoshi rubbed her cheek into the palm of Kiyone's hand and smiled. "I know you love me Kiyone. I love you too. That's why I worry about it so much. You're the only person in the universe who could hurt me enough that I wouldn't want to live." "Mihoshi, I won't ever hurt you." Kiyone caressed the blonde's cheek and kissed her softly on the bottom lip. "Mihoshi the thought of seeing you cry makes my heart hurt." "I'm sorry Kiyone." Mihoshi said and put her arms around Kiyone. "I trust you but it just bothers me that you don't have anything to compare me with." "Mihoshi I don't need anything else." Kiyone hugged her tightly. "And I know you trust me. With your life." Mihoshi sighed. "You're so soft. I love how you feel against me Kiyone." Kiyone grinned and brushed a bit of hair out of Mihoshi's face. "Yeah, I know." Her hand moved down Mihoshi's neck and she briefly touched her partner's breast through the pink sweater she was wearing. "You know Kiyone, it's not what Aeka and Washu were doing, but I have an idea for something fun we could do." Kiyone smirked at her. "What?" "Trust me to set it up?" Kiyone nodded. "Good. You get on the bed and get ready. I'll run down stairs and get what we need okay?" The teal haired girl nodded and let go of her partner. "I'll be waiting." Mihoshi didn't waste any time. Hopping off the bed like an excited kid heading for the tree on X-mas, she ran out of the room and down the stairs. Watching her go Kiyone smiled and began taking off her clothes. It always amazed her how attractive she found Mihoshi's apparent naivety, especially when she added what she knew about how Mihoshi really was. It was a secret only they knew and the occasional looks of concentration and lust that worked their way through Mihoshi's normally vacant expression always sent a thrill through her body. Again she thought about what Mihoshi had seen down in the lab. It was a little kinky and she had to admit it was a bit fun to pinch or slap Mihoshi and have her return the favor. Tying her down and using dirty words also had its charm. Even a little scratching every now and then. But what Aeka and Washu were doing just went too far for her tastes. She remembered a couple weeks before, she wasn't sure when, when Aeka had come out of the lab with a black eye and a cheerful story about how she'd tripped over some of Washu's equipment. Could she bring herself to take it if Mihoshi were to beat her like that? Let alone enjoy it? Or insist on it? Shaking it off Kiyone slipped her pants off and them began to work on her underwear. It wasn't worth thinking about. She couldn't control Washu or Aeka and Mihoshi would never do anything that drastic. She was far too gentle. Down in the kitchen Sasami and Ryo-ohki were still cleaning up the lunch dishes when Mihoshi ran through the door and to the refrigerator. She opened the door and snagged the bottle of chocolate syrup from its place. Then she turned and ran back out of the room. "Think she'll be back for milk?" Sasami asked. Ryo-ohki meowed from on top of Sasami's head and shook her head no. "Didn't think so." Sasami said. Mihoshi peeked around the corner of the door and saw Kiyone spread out on their beds. She was laying on her side, her head leaning on her hand, and a playful smile on her face. As she saw Mihoshi looking at her she used her free hand to left up her breast and flick a tongue over her own nipple. Mihoshi shot her a frown and said, "No fair!" "Life's a bitch." Kiyone said. Ducking back out of site Mihoshi tore off her sweater and tossed it into the room. "Put it over your head so you can't see and lay back." Kiyone laughed and nodded. "Okay." Picking it up she tossed the shirt over her head and layback to wait. It didn't take long. The mattress shifted under her and the feel of a naked thigh told her Mihoshi had removed the rest of her clothes. "Now hold still Kiyone." Seconds later a drop of something cold hit Kiyone's skin. Goosebumps rose in waves over her body and her nipples tightened up instantly. Wiggling her legs and resisting the urge to move she simply lay there as Mihoshi began to draw the cool whatever it was in circular patterns. Starting at the collarbone Mihoshi moved down, over Kiyone's nipples, along her belly, and then to her legs. Kiyone gasped as the tip of a squeeze bottle was pushed inside of her and she felt the cool liquid pour inside of her. Finally Mihoshi finished and removed the shirt from Kiyone's head. Blinking Kiyone looked down at herself and saw chocolate syrup in spirals down her entire torso. It was even dripping from between her legs. "You're going to ruin the sheets." Kiyone said. Mihoshi grinned and Kiyone saw the inner her once again as she said, "Like we haven't ruined more than a few sets of sheets already." Before she could respond Mihoshi rolled onto her and gave Kiyone a deep kiss, rubbing her body into the slick syrup covering her skin. "Mmm," Kiyone said and wrapped her arms around her partner. After a minute Mihoshi broke the kiss and slipped down Kiyone's body, attacking her collarbone with a passion. Kiyone groaned as Mihoshi's tongue, lips and teeth began to move over her skin, meticulously sucking up all of the chocolate. Arching her back Kiyone brought her breast up to meet Mihoshi's eager mouth while the blond straddled Kiyone's thigh and began grinding her clit and labia into Kiyone's knee. Meanwhile she used her right hand and smeared chocolate over Kiyone's stomach. Running her hands down Mihoshi's back Kiyone moved her leg with her partner, faster and faster until the blonde's muscles spasmed and a much warmer liquid than the syrup poured down her leg. Mihoshi bit down gently on her left nipple and groaned as she came, scratching as the flesh of the breast. Releasing her after a moment Mihoshi quickly slid the rest of the way down and shoved her tongue into Kiyone's pussy. Sucking at her clit and lips, Mihoshi's mouth moved faster and faster. When Kiyone reached down and pressed her hands into the back of Mihoshi's hair her ministrations increased even more, biting and scraping her teeth over everything she could get them on. Kiyone screamed and bucked her hips while forcing Mihoshi's face into her harder. Then she pushed the blond onto her back and jumped onto her. "Mihoshi I love it when you do that. But I've just got to have you." Reaching down she wrapped her hands around one of Mihoshi's extra large breasts. "God I love your breasts." Mihoshi's jaw was half open and her eyes closed when Kiyone roughly gripped her and began licking over her entire breast, rubbing her own chest into Mihoshi's belly. Some minutes later Kiyone let her go and moved down between Mihoshi's legs. Then she slipped a pair of fingers into Mihoshi's ass, getting several gasps out of her. "Kiyone, more! Fuck it harder!" Not one to disappoint Kiyone added another finger and began lapping hungrily at Mihoshi's already dripping pussy. Mihoshi came again several seconds later and pulled Kiyone up her body and into a tight hug. Kiyone held her just as tightly, both of them bucking their hips against each other in a dry hump that was bound to leave some small bruises on their pelvises. With a kiss they both came again and collapsed against their mattresses, clinging to each other for dear life. Author's note Yep, even more Kiyone and Mihoshi sex. Who would have guessed it? Tell me what you think at the usual address.
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